Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah 3 words, "fuck 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumping off If you feeling lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she moving money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend, man the sky will need a hundred stars My bitch, topless Your bitch, not shit My bitch, oh no Your bitch, so gross Man, that's the shit I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh shit" Okay, y'all don't wanna start 'cause I'm already at the finish I heard y'all say that money talks, well I guess y'all never listen My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett We getting stoned like a feral coffin My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshing But I'll smoke 'til I die and I'm never coughing I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list Toss them down inside a well, call that boy a death wish Smoking on that green Grinch, yeah, I don't even know who is who Find your ass on Sunday and you're still wearing your Tuesday shoes We hipper than a Hula-Hoop And we passing blunts like Alley-Oop Hill kids got so much attitude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man So, I see through you, Tupac hologram Ha, I'm smoking weed, texting bitches There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes Put some money on ya, and pay you a visit Y'all are super phony, seven digits 3 words, "fuck 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumping off If you feeling lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she moving money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend, man the sky will need a hundred stars My bitch, topless Your bitch, not shit My bitch, oh no Your bitch, so gross Man, that's the shit I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh shit" Where the hell is my libido? (libido) And what the hell happened to all them other people? (people) That were coming 'round and filling up the cribbo (cribbo) The ones that called me brother and the few who called me kiddo (kiddo) Shout out to the homies that are still stuck in limbo (limbo) They dunno how I feel but they still dropping ditto (ditto) I'm just tryna put my fucking fammo in a Lambo (Lambo) Get a bad bitch for my bad bitch and a Swisher for that Indo (Indo) Okay put your lighters up, hit the blunt, light it up Pass that shit to me and I'll be good, I don't require much I am like a dinosaur, you are like some lion cubs Rolling with more hoes than a motherfucking firetruck (a-ha) Okay I am good to go, y'all are out that's good to know You do it for the minute, I do it 'til the time is gone Fuck it, y'all are going down like you're eating pussy Fuck it, put 'em 6 feet call that playing footsy 3 words, "fuck 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumping off If you feeling lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she moving money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend, man the sky will need a hundred stars My bitch, topless Your bitch, not shit My bitch, oh no Your bitch, so gross Man, that's the shit I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh shit"